Chapter 604

Zane couldn't help smiling even as he asked modestly, "Really?" "Yes!" I reassured him. That was when I realized that my cooking had nothing to do with Steven and Zachary's refusal to eat the food I made. Their refusal stemmed from their hatred for me, and rejecting my efforts was simply an extension of it. My feelings for Zane were the reason why I found his cooking delicious. My appreciation for his effort was an extension of my fondness for him. Zane stared at the woman before him and noted the elegant way she ate. He shook his head and chided himself. He was already madly in love with her as it was; he would be a lost cause if he didn't show some restraint. … Steven woke up to a painful throbbing in his head, as expected of a terrible hangover. He did not open his eyes and instead growled impatiently, "Annalise, why didn't you make me hangover soup last night? Also, my head feels like it's splitting down the middle. I could use a temple massage." However, his demands were met